Fate Weaver's convergence

V2 C92 A priests countenance

I'll have to revisit the thought of that armor, the legs looked like they were supported by hydraulics. Was that really normal armor?

I shook my head.

Don't fixate on random shit, keep your head forward here.

Entering the temple was a strange experience, its interior as stoic as its exterior. Displays of ancient and freshly forged weapons alike adorned the walls, the clutter only broken apart by occasional bare sections of stone or glass. Along its corridors, Statues to the scale of the average person lined the walls, paintings, memorials, and the occasional room breaking apart the monotony. They wore armor, held weapons, and were posed. A drawn bow here, an ax mid-swing there, even a spear held back as its wielder prepared to launch it. Each face was captured in exquisite detail; one might even think they were all simply petrified.

Id been overtaken by idle curiosity enough to ask what was eating at my mind aloud.

"Mom, who are these statues of?"

I asked, stopping at one that was of my race. A demon, a man similar in stature that adorned little above the waist, save for a torn tunic. He held an axe in both hands, his beard long, and his hair braided along his scalp while the sides of his head were shaven. His horns clearly marked him as a demon, but he lacked any further racial features.

"Solah's Temples pay homage to those that have fought, as vague as that may seem. Monster hunting, mercenaries, militia, as long as an arm is raised."

Hatsumi cocked her head to the side as if parsing through her words.

"She spawned the very force of magic in our world, simultaneously making her a figure of violence and peace."

She paused as she recognized the statue I was observing.

"Services have yet to begin."

She paused.

"All the better time to tell you why the temple is so rich with shrines."

Mother spoke of the individual, ignoring the nameplate at the statue's feet.

"This was Sven. A self-exiled farmer, from where though, he never spoke of."

Mother stared on, her eyes locked on the face carved of stone.

"I met him during the first exodus, he was amongst those that received us Morrison refugees. He was a foolhardy drunk, but all the more out of his way to help out when needed."

She sighed, her shoulders falling slightly as she did so.

"He was a lower Demon, the only other of three to step foot in Brenton for some time until you arrived."

Mother looked at the statue's face, turning her head to each of the statues around us.

"Most here passed decades ago, some died in the siege a few years back, others while fighting bandits, and others-"

She looked at the statue of a dwarf next.

"Doing what adventurers do best."

She patted my shoulder, pushing me forward along the halls with the flow of traffic.

"The people displayed in this hall died either in combat or went missing. A select few are displayed in spite of still living if they proved enough."

Mother pointed to five more statues as she passed.

Is that-

"Mom?"

Mother nodded.

"The great war-mage, Hatsumi, and the 'Revenants'."